ardhe 42

In Seten Tomh's radical exploration of the architectonics of transcendence, free of banality, one senses a danger that is imminent and electric. But even in the black heart of despair the possibility of hope persists, like a lone candle flickering in the night in a window high up, offering to show us the way home should we choose to welcome its bright promise, Ardhe42 ranges from the exalted heights of Tibetan Buddhist mysticism to the money-grubbing mediocrity of the philistine nation. Like the lotus on the surface of the sea, it rises above the mud and mire of appearances, in an enigmatic diction of transformation, exalted, earnest, and sure. It holds up a cold crystalline mirror wherein the sun of realization is reflected in a tongue that is orphic, lucid, and true, charged with archetypes that resonate with a compelling meme. This is not the tired mysticism of the world weary and apathetic, but a robust, passionate, and compassionate declaration of the spiritual potentiality of life itself, freed from the shackles of the cynical rationality, vicious materialism, sham individualism, and fake freedom of a dying culture. Even in its darkest moments this book is redolent with intensity and prophetic of a better day and a higher way, expressed in a magnetic voice that breathes promise, verdant with new growth.